Thicker Than Blood Start

[gamemakers]

For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.

And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.

Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.

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[badparent]

"Jericho has come and gone," John answered. It has felt like one-hundred years for him. In part, he knew he had to believe her. Jericho was a part of the timeline, at least. "I was in Hell."

[not_cocked]

The color drained from her face, and she stepped back, as if she'd just gotten a sock to the stomach. She felt like she had.

Hell?

"How?!" She asked, feeling too many things at once, but managing to get that out, at least.

[badparent]

"So my son," there was careful emphasis on the word, "would live."

[not_cocked]

So this man died for his son down the road. And she was from the past, for him.

"You have two sons, yeah?" She said softly, slowly. "At home you have two daughter. Deanna and Samantha. Me and Sammy."

She thoughts more about what Victory had said. Said about Sam. For not the first time she wished she could talk to him, specifically. Iron some of this out.

AHHH...I lost this!

[badparent]

"I have two sons. Sam and Dean." This was ridiculous...strange, unexpected. John wasn't sure what to make of it, really. Before him was someone claiming to be his...daughter. But he had no daughters.

"Then what is it that we do? Why did we do it?"

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[not_cocked]

"Hunt things." The emphasis left no debate as to what kind of things. The second part came quieter. "Because of mom."

"So I must be Dean, there."

A strange thought. Very strange.